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In Unrelated News, Donuts Have Arrived

Dear Members and Constituents,
Sometimes, two rather disparate ideas can become entangled by the words we use to express them. Not sure what I mean? Let me illustrate.
  • This week, American Airlines declared bankruptcy,  meanwhile a credit rating agency kept American debt at the highest ranking
  • A documentary about the first American to hike an 8,000 meter mountain in the winter calls-out there are only fourteen of those. Nearly twice the height of all the fourteeners we are so fond of speaking of in Colorado (even though we don’t like to hike them in the winter) 
  • President Obama has already visited more Swing states than any prior president. In unrelated news, he has also started talking about the possibility of an AIDS-free generation an affliction, one would presume, affects Swingers disproportionately. (Now if only we could get a quote from one of the President’s aids on the campaign trail, we’d have a double word entanglement) 
  • U.S. relations with Pakistan are strained after Afghanistan-based troops had an altercation that resulted in the death of several police. Also dead this morning, Stan Mosel (PGA hall of famer)
This cold winter morning, having arrived from nearly a month in the warm Indian climate, Satinder Juneja (donut girl) delivers four dozen donuts –a delicacy (one would presume) she has sorely missed. Now that dounts have arrived, you should come on over and warm your soul by taking a sweet bite.
Happy Friday!

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